Love Disarmed Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCC CCDD CCC EEFF CCGGDDHH IIGGHH CCEJ CCCD KK CCCC CCLLBeneath a Myrtle's verdant Shade | A |
As Cloe half asleep was laid | A |
Cupid perch'd lightly on Her Breast | B |
And in That Heav'n desir'd to rest | B |
Over her Paps his Wings He spread | C |
Between He found a downy Bed | C |
And nestl'd in His little Head | C |
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Still lay the God The Nymph surpriz'd | C |
Yet Mistress of her self devis'd | C |
How She the Vagrant might inthral | D |
And Captive Him who Captives All | D |
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Her Boddice half way She unlac'd | C |
About his Arms She slily cast | C |
The silken Bond and held Him fast | C |
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The God awak'd and thrice in vain | E |
He strove to break the cruel Chain | E |
And thrice in vain He shook his Wing | F |
Incumber'd in the silken String | F |
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Flutt'ring the God and weeping said | C |
Pity poor Cupid generous Maid | C |
Who happen'd being Blind to stray | G |
And on thy Bosom lost his Way | G |
Who stray'd alas but knew too well | D |
He never There must hope to dwell | D |
Set an unhappy Pris'ner free | H |
Who ne'er intended Harm to Thee | H |
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To Me pertains not She replies | I |
To know or care where Cupid flies | I |
What are his Haunts or which his Way | G |
Where He would dwell or whither stray | G |
Yet will I never set Thee free | H |
For Harm was meant and Harm to Me | H |
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Vain Fears that vex thy Virgin Heart | C |
I'll give Thee up my Bow and Dart | C |
Untangle but this cruel Chain | E |
And freely let Me fly again | J |
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Agreed Secure my Virgin Heart | C |
Instant give up thy Bow and Dart | C |
The Chain I'll in Return unty | C |
And freely Thou again shalt fly | D |
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Thus She the Captive did deliver | K |
The Captive thus gave up his Quiver | K |
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The God disarm'd e'er since that Day | C |
Passes his Life in harmless Play | C |
Flies round or sits upon her Breast | C |
A little flutt'ring idle Guest | C |
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E'er since that Day the beauteous Maid | C |
Governs the World in Cupid's stead | C |
Directs his Arrow as She wills | L |
Gives Grief or Pleasure spares or kills | L |
Matthew Prior
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